Miami Lyrics

Miami with a mommy who got a body hotter than tamale party not stopping till the sun popping over the horizon

Go for the prizes G.O.A.T. with a lining of a lion don't be lying to me you don't align with the kid

You are not eye to eye with me bitch

Miami again and I'm bringing my aliens

Looking Islamic losing track of my time

Booking a flight 'round about nine

That's eight and i just got out of this dime

Walk to McDonalds and there is a line

JFK is a maze i might die

Contracted the Covid (one nine)

Sick as a dog, caught it in Florida

Sitting at home can't deal with the boredom

Gimme some action, gimme some weed

Gimme a bag, sit on it for weeks

Don't smoke anymore at the club and it reeks

Door-dash me some lunch, smell like a blunt

Bashing the door and my temper is sprung

Ass to the floor even the strippers is lit

Cash from the sky I witness the shit

Break out the brooms mop up the bills

Stuffing her bra with the ones that she pick off of the floor

Eighty for cover thinking to myself if u poor enough to reach for a one how the hell did you get into the door?

Question of mine, save it for later

Artist by habit, designer by nature

Tired of rap, dark like I'm Vader

The one in this bitch, came from the matrix

Questions I never ask, lessons in my past never contemplate beyond what it's worth

Save all my energy for the art that i disperse

Form a straight line, fall into place

Wallow in mine, swallow the truth

Bottle of pills, dead or alive

Finna detach, better survive

Desperation of housewife

Downing a bottle of wine to her grave

Out of my prime, in it for good

Live in Detroit, all you know is the hood

What see on the screen, what you see in the mags

All you see is the dirt, the smoke and the rags

Come to my city, more than just that

Back to the map, back to the story

Back with the raps, save all the glory

Back with that crack, writing is a breeze

Act like I'm black, whiter than teeth

Blast like a mac, poke holes in you peeps

Miami with a mommy who got a body hotter than tamale party not stopping till the sun popping over the horizon

Go for the prizes G.O.A.T. with a lining of a lion don't be lying to me you don't align with the kid

You are not eye to eye with me bitch

Miami again and I'm bringing my aliens

A loner who roam, no-man's land

Living alone, a Buddha who rap

Wake up and yawn, drop a few stacks

Break up the mundane with a vacation from today to Sunday but the flow is in tact...

Sloppily copy me I cockily laugh while I go on a shopping spree, choppily,

Then it's back to running a monopoly on your property honestly you heighten my ego whenever you copy me in This economy

Told you a story way too good

Sold you a ticket, could've made it all up

Pulling the strings, give 'em a tug

I'm not what you thought, pulling the rug

Arrive at the spot, look like a thug

Shades on my face, look like a bug

Change up the place, throwing a fuss

Halftime and I pass time eating French fries last Friday was asinine throw back a half a pint then I capsize harder Than cast iron